Save The Drama For Your Mama

So I had some people around me recently that got into an all and out, "I hate that beeyotch" and "She's just a bit*ch!". Drama....

I have been left to choose my words carefully to each of them and be very deliberate about not getting involved. The thing is, I happen to love both of these people and I just happen to be in the unfortunate position of being the common denominator between them. So #1 is pissed at #2 and #2 is pissed at #1 and I'm smack dab in the center of this sh*t storm. Both of them have tried to talk to me on separate occasions about the other one, at which time I have had to ask them to not involve me. And when they continue, I am left to distract myself with my mobile device or Facebook (that's what it's for, right?).

I have my opinions on the issue, but I'm not going to share them with either of them. So get this...the fact that I won't comment on the issue is causing them to throw shade at me??? WTF? I have nothing to do with the issue! It is completely between them and I have nothing to do with it and somehow I've found myself caught in the cross hairs.

Don't make me go all Theresa on you're asses!  And figure the sh*it out and leave me out of it.

Lost

A major airliner disappears?

Both weird and fascinating. What the heck happened? Is it gone? Blown up into vaporized smithereens, or crashed and plunged deep into the sea off the coast of Malaysia? US spy satellites say they have no evidence of a mid air explosion and no wreckage has been found. The US and a host of other countries have joined the search and a few days later? Nothing...Nada..Zilch.

Is this a case of life imitating art? Share your thoughts.

The Healing Power Of Pajamas

I've never been one to lounge around in my pajamas, unless I'm sick. It's like this unwritten code in my mind. I feel lazy if I don't get dressed and ready for the day and I always get dressed at some point, even if I have nothing to do. Since I came back from my recent vacation, my schedule has been non-stop. Yesterday was my first day off in a long time and I planned to enjoy it. It started off great! Frick was home for a quick weekend visit and we woke up early and watched "Frozen" in our pajamas with our morning tea. It was just about as close to perfect as one can get. After I made Frick and Frack breakfast, My Guy, took our girl to the train and I said goodbye to my baby. I started a few household chores and the laundry......all in my pajamas.

As the hours crept closer to the time that I mentally needed to be dressed for the day, I felt a surge of guilt for doing something that was taboo to me. But the need to break with my daily routine and, dare I say it, STAY IN MY PAJAMAS took over. I decided to talk myself into it. Once I made the decision to stay in my pajamas all day, there was no going back.  Nothing was different, really, for a regular Sunday. I cleaned, did laundry, checked my email, etc, but the difference was I stayed in my pajamas while doing so.

Mid afternoon, while reading some emails and finishing up some work stuff, I put down my iPad and we clicked on the TV. I might have even drifted off for a power nap. Why is a nap so much more restorative in your pajamas than your regular clothes? I felt amazing and more relaxed than I had in a very long time.Later that afternoon My Guy and Frack went to the Celtics game and I went to the sofa and I binge watched Bravo. It was quite possibly one of the most perfect days I've had in a long time and I think I owe it all to my pajamas. It's not something I plan to make a habit of, but I will say that once in a while I need to go outside my comfort zone and find a new comfort zone! Today I am full of energy and renewed stamina and I never realized a lazy day spent in my pajamas could have that effect on me. I highly recommend you try it, but like anything, in moderation.

Now I understand completely where the old expression, "the cat's pajamas" comes from. Yeah those cats got it all figured out.

Friday Funny

Sister Sister

My sister is my hero.

She really is. Battling again, 21 years later. This time the fight is much harder but she's a bit older and a bit wiser.
I can't imagine hearing those words from your doctor.
I can't imagine the fear, pain, reality and then the process, but I'm beginning to understand. Now it's the hair...

She took control and got one of those cute, super short hair cuts. I told her how much I loved it! She's in good company.

 But she keeps making jokes about having another brother. The reality is, she has no idea how beautiful she is. It's not just about outer beauty, her inner beauty and strength is inspiring but right now, she just can't see it. I get it. I just wish she could see herself through my eyes.

I worry about her. She worries about me, and everyone else in her family. Can you believe that? She worries more about her family and less about herself. She knows that she will make it through this. We all know she will, and as she navigates through what is now her world I see an amazing woman emerging. That same woman I love so much and call my sister, but a woman who is an example of what can be, a woman of experience and strength.

This too shall pass. And when it does we are going to celebrate at the top of the Eiffel Tower with a bottle of Pink Champagne!

Boston You're My Home

Recently my new favorite TV pastime has been Netflix. My favorite is "House of Cards" starring Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright. Juicy, edgy, evil and down right horrid is the best way to describe Kevin Spacey's "Frank Underwood" character. During the Academy Awards telecast on Sunday, Spacey came out to present an award in character. He began his speech in his best 'Frank Underwood', much to the crowd's delight.

I had mentioned to my BFF that I loved Spacey and the Netflix series and the next day she sent me this:

Cuddles and love to Kevin and Boston! You are much more the man than Frank Underwood could ever be.

My Oscar Notes

The Ellie Fund's Red Carpet Gala last night at Boston's Taj Hotel was a great success! The local glitterati showed up in droves and looked ULTRA glam!  The day started off on a good note. The weather warned of snow, yet again, but held off in the city and the Red Carpet arrivals went off without a hitch. Once the carpet was over, the live and silent auctions took place with local WCVB-TV legend Susan Wornick doing her shtick as the MC. Nobody raises money like Susan!

My Observations:

• Although it was Oscar night, The Ellie Fund-Boston's premier Breast Cancer Crusader-who hosted the event entertained us regally, but never lost sigh of the real reason we were there...to raise awareness, money and fight the good fight. I can't say enough about the dedicated professionals who put together this event and the incredible women I had the pleasure of working with who are the true warriors that have fought and won their battle with breast cancer. Those women continue to pay it forward.

• Watching the Oscars on a wide screen all dressed up in a ball room with 350 people was a trip! 

• Hollywood has nothing on Boston. Some of the ladies in attendance would have been right at home at The Kodak Theater in LA. Boston's top fashion stylists dressed a handful of socialites and local celebs expertly. There were photo booths and a real golden statue available to take pictures with. Chris Cooper loaned the Ellie Fund his 2010 Supporting Actor Oscar for "Adaptation". Of course, I couldn't help myself..
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• And after all the glitz and glam and the real Oscar telecast was over, I realized that I had learned something and I love it when that happens! I learned that grace is not about a designer dress, fancy diamonds and Red Carpet photos. True grace is not something you can buy with a hedge fund, or a celebrity stylist and glam squad. In fact, sometimes without inner grace even the most adorned "socialite/celebrity" can look unattractive. Grace and true beauty come from living authentically and having compassion. Living through and experiencing life's challenges give you perspective on what's really important. Overcoming those obstacles with incredible strength and teaching others to do the same is true grace and that is what's really what's golden.